Puppet

by Junk Horses

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lyrics

My tongue tangs with blood
My head hangs, I can't
Understand what went wrong
And no comfort ever comes

Now I'm a puppet with a hand up it
Not a muscle opts to stop it
A puppet with a hand up it
Picked up this habit, I can't drop it

And crying, but what of it?
They dry before they hit
And the seams of my skin split
And I dry before I hit

Now I'm a puppet with a hand up it
Not a muscle opts to stop it
A puppet with a hand up it
Picked up this habit, I can't drop it

My tongue tangs with blood
My head hangs, I can't
Understand what you've done
And no comfort ever comes

You never asked, I never said
And whatever happened
Now you reckon I'm the biggest drunk you ever met
Well you never asked, but I guess you guessed

credits

released 26 March 2015
Track taken from Euro-only EP 'Asylum' (available at gigs)

Kate Alexander - Guitar and vocals
Giles Warren - Guitar

Engineered & produced by Myles Mumford
Melbourne, 2015

Copyright Junk Horses 2015

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